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Forty-five minutes later, I’m drying my hair and pawing through my bag for the pink lace thong I packed. I’m wearing a black bra-- and it does lovely things for my girls, but the thong is nowhere to be found. And this stupid hair dryer cord only stretches so far.
Ugh. Seduction is harder than it looks in the movies. Finally, my hair is dry. Well, dry enough not to frizz out in half an hour. Still no thong, but I found neatly folded satin sheets in the bureau and made the bed.
I feel like I’ve waited forever for this, and really, I guess I have. I want everything to be perfect, but I also know that this is Ty, so, yea. It will be perfect. I just need to find that thong. Maybe it fell under the bed? I bend down and run my hand along the carpet. I’m so intent on my search that it takes me a minute to register the sound of the doorknob turning and Ty shutting the door.
“Goddamn, that ass. You trying to give me a heart attack, Phoebe?”
I turn, still on my hands and knees. “I lost my thong.”
His smile is wicked. “Poor Phoebe. You must be freezing. Let me warm you up.” He takes three strides over to the bed and stands in front of me, wearing gray sweatpants that are a gift. The outline of his hard cock is prominent and tantalizing. My mouth practically waters, and all of the sudden, I no longer care about lost underwear. I won’t need anything for what we’re about to do.
He reaches for my hands and pulls me up, though I was perfectly happy kneeling in front of him. He smooths a hand down my bare backside, cupping my ass cheek. “Tonight is all about pleasure, Phoebe. Your pleasure. God, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I melt into him, his words having their intended effect. “That's what I need. And no holding back, Ty. I want it all.”
He nods, then kisses my collarbone, my jaw, my lips. “I know, baby. And you’ll get it.” He pulls me impossibly closer and lifts me onto the bed so that his body cradles mine perfectly. I spread my legs wide to accommodate him and lean my head back on a moan when I feel his cock nudge my sex. “Everything, Phoebe. Every part of me is yours. My heart is yours; my soul is yours. My body exists for your pleasure, and I’m gonna give you so much, make you feel so. fucking. good.” With each word, he rocks into me, his sweats the only barrier between us.
I feel like my body is on fire already, but I know Ty has more plans for me as he grasps me by the shoulders, pressing me into the blankets and mattress below. I look down my body, flushed with need, to see him standing there, precum seeping through his pants, his cock straining to be set free. I reach my hand out, but he catches it, threading our fingers together and shaking his head.
“Not yet, baby. God, not yet. I’m hoping to make this show last more than three minutes.” A smile plays on his lips.
“But it’s not fair if you make me come, and--”
“Fair has nothing to do with it. Don’t ever think that. Truth is, it gets me off to watch you get off. It drives me fucking insane to see you, hear you, smell you. God. Besides, you can come again and again, each time your body just gets more relaxed for me. And fuck me, but I want you ready.”
How can I complain about that?
He’s still standing at the edge of the bed while I’m lying against the soft blankets, totally at his mercy and loving it. His hands stroke my body idly, as his words ignite me.
“This sweet pussy, so pretty,” he tells me, caressing his fingers across my folds. “And these perfect tits.” He brushes his knuckles across my sensitive peaks. “God, Phoebe, it’s like you were made for me. You’re every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.” Needing more contact, I try to scooch down and wrap my legs around his waist, but he stops me, putting his hands on my knees. Gently, he pushes my legs back toward me, and I rest my feet on his shoulders, fully exposed as he kneels on the floor and buries his face between my legs.
I cry out, gripping the covers with my hands, urging him forward with my moans. But still, he laps lazily at me, as though we have all the time in the world. And maybe he does. But I want my orgasm. And then I want another. And then I want his dick.
I tell him as much, and I can feel his laughter on my skin. He looks up over my body. “You’ll get yours, Phoebe, don’t worry.” And with that, he resumes what he was doing--driving me out of my mind with need. Just as I get close, he backs away, withdrawing his fingers and tongue, and takes his time tracing circles on my wrist and telling me what a beautiful girl I am.
“Ty, you’re making me crazy. God, just as I’m about to come, you pull away, and--”
He drops featherlight kisses on my belly. “Yea? That make you crazy?”
“Yes.” I grip his hair and playfully urge him downward. He happily complies. “You ready to come?” he asks, his mouth at my entrance.
“Yes,” I repeat, frustration and excitement pouring out of me. He licks and nips at my tight, sensitive bud as his fingers thrust deep inside, the rhythm pushing me over the edge.
My body rides the high and then my breathing begins to return to normal. Propping myself up on my elbows, I smile down at Ty. “Your mouth is amazing.”
“Your body is amazing. Give me one more?” There’s a cocky gleam in his eyes as he brushes his fingers across my sex. It’s too much, too soon, and yet, oh, God. There it is. I feel myself open to his mouth once more. Within seconds, another orgasm is rushing through me. Before I recover fully, he’s moving me across the bed and seating himself at the juncture of my thighs, his cock hard and ready. “Phoebe,” my name rolls off his lips like a prayer.
“Yes,” I answer his unspoken question. “Yes, Ty. I want you to make love to me.”
His body leans over mine, his lips offering a sweet kiss, his arms braced at my shoulders. I can sense his restraint, then I feel him enter me. He’s thick, hard, and filling me more than I thought possible. I cry out, overwhelmed at the sensations, and yet, desperate for more.
When he’s fully seated inside me, I smile up at him. “I’m yours,” I say, meaning it.
The look on his face breaks me. It’s half-joy, half-apprehension. “And I’m yours, Phoebe. Always. No matter what.”
And then, there are no more words, just cries and whimpers, moans, and gasps as we push each other forward, each movement bringing us closer together.
